Day 355 Writing Short Stories

Concrete

I would love to say that I have concrete evidence of what I saw, but I don’t. There is just a vague memory of the flash and what followed, but a memory nevertheless. I don’t expect you to believe me. I wouldn’t. But I got to say something.

It started like this. I was in the woods. Things always start that way. So I was in the woods, next to this clearing. I was packing up my things after climbing all day. I got my crash pads together. I packed all my belongings into my backpack and was ready to leave the darkening landscape and the rock I failed to conquer behind, when the sky got all bright.

I dropped my backpack and headed to see what was causing the bright light next to the clearing. Everything went dark. Real dark. I was sure I was blind. Then not a thing. Next time I came out of it, time had jumped three hours, and I had missed a hundred calls from my husband.

As I said, I wouldn’t believe a thing I say, and I myself was ready to put it all behind me, but then everything started to hum. I would sit next to a computer. It would crackle, then hum a low tune. A melody, really. It felt like my mind was speaking to the computer, but I had no comprehension of what was happening. It kept happening again and again, and then the news reported massive breaches of government systems, and I had this strange sense that it was because of me.

They stopped as soon as I stopped being near computers, but it’s a darn hard thing to do. I almost lost my job because of it. I would have, if I didn’t have enough days of sick leave.

Then other things kept happening. Every electric thing I walked past or interacted with began that same hum. I swear to God, though I don’t believe one, least of all now, that they became intelligent. Even my fridge began doing weird stuff.

I was ready to seclude myself from everything. Find a remote cabin with no gadgets and live there for the rest of my life. But then everything went mute. Real mute like it had never happened. Like the connection I clearly had with the aliens was no longer there. But I’m not happy. I know I should be. But I had this bad feeling that it is just silence before the storm, before they all come down and do what aliens do.

Birthday

Birthday with a bad present, an exploding cake, and accidental intoxication. I skipped this one.

Delivered

A delivery girl is sent to deliver a pizza to her crush’s house. I skipped this one.

The prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

I still wish that aliens would come down, even with plans to invade. I don’t think they would get things much worse than they are now. I mean, we are not doing a very good job with our planet, and you know, cohabitation with each other and all the other sentient species on the planet. Anyway, I take a nap before I go and mend my bike. I might have found a new friend, and she likes biking.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a day of miracles!